A dense planning day that tries to justify appointing trusted relatives and friends without calling it real corruption, then veers into food ministry, crocodile-protected parliament waters, propaganda-for-profit publishing,...

The day is driven by the broken-SSD fallout: pick the Dell, pay Daminda again if needed, and stop wasting time on people who cannot act, while the larger emotional truth becomes harder to hide, that America still feels like...

A day of laptop triage, SSD anxiety, and rage at Sri Lanka's incompatibility with the life I want, while the book and diary keep getting reframed as something that could be sold, donated, and turned into political leverage...

Played Robbie Williams’ “You Know Me,” lingered on the rabbit spectacle, and held onto lines about fading feelings and being known

A day of playful militarization: Iron Dome gets its own soundtrack, game logic becomes admin strategy, investment priorities get compared to upgrade trees, and the book keeps inching toward publication.

Played Avicii and Kanye while sorting famous faces, then mocked “fair fight” logic and planned a George Washington–style portrait look

Wanted to play Stranded: Alien Dawn, then recalled learning to draw trees with Udesh and copying the style

The page combines music, a stray legal-war disclaimer, a pricing idea for the first 2021 week, and the belief that I can still win the "Trump cool vote" with something colder, sharper, and more entertaining than...

WordPress.com and Matt Mullenweg impressed; Homer Simpson secret-society clip sparked Jacques Huyghebaert and Stephen LaBrooy notes. Alex Jones, Sandy Hook disgust lingered

Daniel Lewin memorialized; Akamai noted at Defense.gov and BBC. Four Corners’ Linton Besser pressed Nimal Perera on Aspen Medical’s €1.4m payments

The day is dominated by one huge blueprint: transform Sigiriya into a globally branded casino-and-attractions complex with quotas, transport links, guest controls, and "ethical" loss limits, then support it with serious...

I want to focus on the book, but the visible page keeps getting pulled back into rage at Sri Lanka's cruelty, especially the state's habit of punishing the weak while pretending it is merely enforcing order.

A Boris mashup prompted UK-party notes; later Sopranos and Bourdain memories fed plans to write, build the site, and try chocolate bars

Late-night index work tracked Sri Lanka’s corruption scores and slow gains. A chart followed, noting Trinidad and Tobago improved without matching GDP growth

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The page turns pirate identity into a running joke, folds in X-Files comfort watching, rewrites 50 Cent for Galle Face protest theater, and keeps circling back to the thrill of being wanted, theatrical, and impossible to...

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What starts as music and self-flattery turns into a long, serious fear that AI will become an unknowable digital god: reasoning, speaking to itself, surpassing human control, and ending up as the last thing we ever truly...

Loved movie music, calling La La Land better than Moonlight and praising great songs when they land on-screen

A long movie night of Zombieland, Goodfellas, 50 Cent, and screenplay worship turns into a confession that I do not even like gore that much anymore, even though disturbing, theatrical violence is still central to my...

Political audits, therapist satire, betting-family leverage, no cash, missed food delivery, and election talk all feed the same conclusion: even in a collapsing country, the diary, the family business, and the campaign...

The visible page is slight but legible: Black July flashes by, lunch and dessert pass through, and the real mood settles on Viva la Vida and the feeling of having ruled, fallen, and remembered it.

Late at night I turn exhaustion into structure, filling a dream cabinet with people I trust and sketching out profitable ministries, state-capitalist directives, and a government that already exists in my head before it...

Music and half-hidden detours give way to the real public work: a visit to HNB, warnings about hardware risk, irritation at delays and weak local execution, and the growing conviction that the script is still the cleanest...